So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright For the sword outwears the sheath And the soul wears out the breast And the heart must pause to breathe And Love itself have rest Though the night was made for loving And the day returns too soon Yet we'll go no more a-roving By...Learn More

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall sorrow lean her drooping head And feed deep thought with many a dream And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond...Learn More